You said--" "I said 'perhaps,' because I didn't see Mr.Plank coming to claim it.
Thank you, Kemp, for finding him." Her nod and smile took the edge from her malice.

Ferrall, who really adored dancing, glared about for anybody, and presently cornered the frightened and neglected debutante who had hated Plank.
Sylvia, standing beside Plank, looked up at him with her confident and friendly smile.
"You don't care to dance, do you?
Would you mind if we sat out this dance ?" "If you'd rather," he said, so wistfully that she hesitated; then with a little shrug laid one hand on his arm, and they swung out across the floor together, into the scented whirl.
Plank, like many heavy men, danced beautifully; and Sylvia, who still loved dancing with all the ardour of a schoolgirl, permitted a moment or two of keen delight to sweep her dreamily from her purpose.

But that purpose must have been a strong one, for she returned to it in a few minutes, and, looking up at Plank, said very gently that she cared to dance no more.
Her hand resting lightly on his arm, it did not seem possible that any pressure of hers was directing them to the conservatory; yet he did not know where he was going, and she was familiar with the house, and they soon entered the conservatory, where, in the shadow of various palms various youths looked up impatiently as they passed, and various maidens sat up very straight in their chairs.
Threading their dim way into the farther recesses they found seats among thickets of forced lilacs over-hung by early wistaria.

A spring-like odour hung in the air; somewhere a tiny fountain grew musical in the semi-darkness.
"Marion told me you had been asked," she said.

"We have been so friendly; you've always asked me to dance whenever we have met; so I thought I'd save you one.